The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

The elders were chattering, and there was a tendency to not give up until they saw the saintess.

The Great Elder would naturally not let Jiang Si come out to meet people at this time.

Fakes are fakes after all. If they show their tricks now, they won't even be able to get through tomorrow's New Fire Festival.

For the Great Elder, it is the top priority to appease the clansmen first and deter the foreigners. As for the rest, I'll talk about it later.

"Don't worry, elders, Assan will definitely show up at the New Fire Festival." No matter what the elders said, the first elder was still unmoved.

The elder with a long face said unwillingly: "Elder, since the saint has already left the customs, why can't she come out to see people now? Could it be that there is a problem?"

The first elder's eyes turned cold, and the elder staring at Rong Chang's face slowly asked, "Elder An, what do you think is the problem?"

In the clan, the one who is more skilled than the Great Elder's Yirong Yishu is this Elder An.

The eyes of the elder Rong Chang-face flickered, and he said: "Could it be that the elder has not heard of the recent rumors?"

Everyone looked different.

They have all heard the rumor, but no one can put it on the bright side.

"Rumor?" The elder looked tense.

The elder Rong Changlian simply said: "Yes, the clansmen say that the saint has not shown her face for a long time.

"Nonsense!" The elder slammed on the table, his face full of anger, "Elder An, the clan is ignorant, so it's enough to believe those rumors. As an elder of my clan, why do you still believe those nonsense?"

Elder Rong Changlian did not flinch: "In this case, why don't the first elder invite the saint to come out and see, so as to reassure me and others."

The first elder turned his back and said in a firm tone, "Go back, you can naturally see Asang at the New Fire Festival tomorrow."

Seeing that the Great Elder was so determined, everyone had to leave angrily.

After the elder Rong Changlian returned, his face was extremely gloomy, and a second-generation elder who was close to him advised: "Since the first elder said that the Holy Maiden will appear on the New Fire Festival, you should not argue with the first elder, and everything will be clear tomorrow. ."

The elder Rong Chang-face looked gloomy and uncertain: "I'm just afraid that the elder elder will cover the sky with one hand and fool the clan... that's all, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

The next day was fine weather.

With the arrival of the good weather and the New Fire Festival, the Wumiao people are all smiles on their faces.

But beneath this smile there was a sense of apprehension.

It is the annual New Fire Festival again, will the Holy Maiden appear?

If the Holy Maiden still doesn't show up, is that rumor true?

As long as they think of this possibility, these ordinary people feel a huge panic.

If there is no saintess, how can Wu Miao, who has broken the inheritance, be the leader of more than a dozen tribes, and why do they have to worry about food and clothing?

The gate of the village opened, and more than a dozen tribes came.

There may be as many as a dozen people in each tribe, or as few as a few people. They will participate in the New Fire Festival under the auspices of the elder Wumiao to retrieve new fire for their respective tribes.

This is the only day of the year when they can enter Wumiao Village.

There are countless poisonous insects in Wumiao, surrounded by miasma. Only by wearing the special sachets issued by Wumiao people at the door can we ensure that we are not infested by poisonous insects and miasmas.

This kind of sachet only has the effect of most of the day, just enough for foreigners to participate in the New Fire Festival.

People with different clothes walked in, some were men and women, some old and young. If you look closely, you can see that these people keep a slight distance from the few people in Tsing Yi.

Those Tsing Yi people did not have many expressions on their faces, and even the only young man had a blank expression, and he did not have the curiosity that his peers should have.

The elders of Wumiao, headed by the first elder, greeted these people.

A middle-aged man in a white robe asked without a smile, "Elder, I don't know who is making the fire today? Could it be that you still do it yourself like last year?"

The Great Elder glanced at the man and said lightly, "As the Great Elder Wumiao, I am more pious when I do it myself, is it because the Xue Miao Patriarch dislikes me?"

The man smiled and said, "The Great Elder is joking, how dare I dislike it? It's just that the person who made the fire in the past has always been the Holy Maiden Wumiao, but it's a bit strange that you have done it in the past few years."

The people of other tribes exchanged glances quietly,

Everyone has their own thoughts.

Wu Miao and Xue Miao did not tear their faces on the bright side, but in reality they had been opposed to each other for a long time.

In fact, Xue Miao and Wu Miao were originally one clan, but because of some contradictions, there were two clans. Xuemiao is weak, and in the eyes of other tribes, it is only dependent on the existence of the Wumiao people, but this is obviously not the case for the Xuemiao people.

Especially the vacancy of Wu Miao's previous saint, this saint has not shown up for several years, which has long made Xue Miao ready to move.

The elder took a sip of tea calmly: "Patriarch Xue Miao doesn't have to worry about our clan's affairs."

The voice just fell, and the horn sound suddenly rang through the entire village, everyone quieted down, only the horn sound became louder and melodious.

Just in the non-stop sound of the horn, a woman with dark clothes and black hair came slowly and walked to the high platform step by step.

The quiet scene was broken instantly after being maintained for a while, and the Wumiao people were commotion.

"Saint, it's a saint!"

With a plop, someone knelt down, and then countless people knelt down and bowed to the woman in black.

People from other tribes looked at each other in dismay, and Patriarch Xue Miao's expression changed even more.

Is Umiao Saintess really still alive?

His eyes were chasing after the mysterious woman. Compared to the immature girl three years ago, the woman in front of her is a little more mature, but she is undoubtedly the same person.

At this moment, Patriarch Xue Miao felt deeply depressed.

Contrary to other tribes, the Wumiao people were obviously inspired and excited.

Jiang Si walked to the high platform in the attention of all the people, and a set of rituals of worshiping gods and blessings came down, and there was no mistake, so that the elders and others who were secretly hanging in their hearts were relieved.

"Light a fire—" the Great Elder shouted.

Jiang seemed to be holding a flint wood and started to make a fire.

The specially prepared wood quickly developed a bright flame.

The scene was full of jubilation, cheerful gongs and drums sounded, and people began to sing and dance.

Jiang Xili swept towards the direction of the Great Elder from the high platform, and saw the Great Elder gently nodding at her, showing a smile.

She turned her gaze slightly, swept the surroundings casually, and her eyes slid somewhere for a moment.

The young man standing behind an old man in Tsing Yi was very familiar.

Jiang Si quickly recognized who the boy was, it was Yun Chuan, the corpse-hunting boy who was rescued on the southbound road.

Accidentally found that the young corpse chaser didn't stir up many waves in Jiang Si's heart, she silently walked down from the high platform and walked towards the place of the great elder.

The dancing clansmen chased after the saintess whom they had not seen for a long time, with a relaxed smile on their faces as if they had unloaded a heavy burden, making their dance postures more stretched and agile.

The scene became more and more lively, and some people of status began to merge into the dancing crowd, including people from other tribes.

The love for singing and dancing is deeply embedded in the bones of these people, and it is an important way for them to express their joy.

The corpse-hunting boy Yun Chuan also walked into the dancing crowd.

Instead of dancing, he found a familiar face.