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night.

The bright moon is bright and people can't sleep.

And outside the distant Great Xia southern territory, some people stayed up all night.

Southern Xinjiang, Miao Village.

The climate in southern Xinjiang is humid and hot, and the seasons are like spring. Even in the cold winter, there is not much coldness. The mountains and forests are still lush, withered and yellow leaves, and no decay of plants and trees.

Southern Xinjiang is named Miao, and it is said that it is the descendant of a demon god in ancient times.

Tonight's Miao village, bonfires shine on the sky.

The bonfire stretches for dozens of miles, and from a distance, it looks like twinkling stars scattered on earth.

In the center of these stars, Wu Yangyang knelt down and bowed to a group of people.

They were all wearing colorful clothes mainly blue, spreading their hands flat on the soft and damp soil, and their foreheads were tightly pressed against their palms, looking pious.

There was a woman wearing a jade-white robe, graceful figure, light veil, and silver jewelry on her head, and barefoot around the bonfire.

The woman tapped the ground with rhythmic toes, and her body was upward, as if she was about to turn into a fairy and flew into the sky, but was tightly grabbed by the earth.

The woman is the saint of Miaojiang, called Zu Yaxian, and is one of the leaders of Miaojiang.

Her voice was soft and pleasant, and she chanted prayers.

These two days are the holy days of Miaojiang, just like the Spring Festival in Daxia, the most important festival of the year.

The Holy Sabbath day roughly means the day when the holy objects in Miaojiang are sleeping and dwelling. The holy objects are sleeping and waiting for spring to come.

After two cups of tea, Zu Yaxian finished singing and praying. The vast Miao people stood up in unison, stretching their flat palms to the sky, as if embracing the night sky.

Next, food and wine were brought up, and everyone started to have a feast, singing and dancing around the bonfire.

"Saint." Someone called out in Miaojiang's words, and Zu Yaxian looked sideways. He was a kind-eyed old man wearing colorful clothes and silver-bearded hair.

The old man's colorful clothes are fluttering. Unlike other Miaojiang people, most of the old man's clothes are mainly crimson purple, supplemented by scattered dark blue and light blue.

Zu Yaxiangxi smiled slightly, shook her veil and slowly walked up to her:

"Holy Elder."

Holy Elder, the head of Miaojiang Elder.

If Zhao Wujiang was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this old man was the old man who had been chasing Xiao Zhao Wujiang in his memory and planting the Loulan Holy Gu for Xiao Zhao Wujiang.

The Holy Elder's eyes were charitable and sent a letter:

"Letter from Xuanyuan Yuheng."

Zu Yayanxi took the letter paper, spread out the letter paper with her slender hands, and read the letter, her agile eyes flashed, her expression under the veil was constantly changing, and her voice said softly:

"He shouldn't have left for Kyoto, Daxia at this time."

"He is for you." The Holy Elder said in a deep voice, leaning on an ancient wooden crutch that is more than one person tall:

"Either the Great Xia Dynasty or the Miaojiang River, they all pay attention to orthodoxy.

He came to Beijing to ask for imperial edicts for your orthodox position.

Otherwise, when he, Xuanyuan Yuheng ascended the throne and became emperor, and then issued an order to enthrone you, it would be like disobeying the holy edicts of the two previous lords of the Great Xia. Not only him, but you, will also arouse criticism from the people of the Great Xia."

Zu Ya's eyes flashed:

"Holy Elder, I and him...

In short, it shouldn't be more appropriate to go to Kyoto, Daxia at this time, and the sacred objects will wake up."

The Holy Elder's eyes were deep, and there was a fire in his eyes. He stared at the tribesmen singing around the bonfire and said with a smile:

"With Xuanyuan Yuheng's current cultivation level, the person who can kill him in Kyoto does not exist, so it is even more impossible to keep him."

"Holy Elder..." Zu Yaxian stopped talking.

The Holy Elder seemed to see through her thoughts, with kind eyes and a gentle smile:

"You want to ask those strong men who are close to the first grade or who have already entered the first grade, why don't they take action, right?"

Zu Yaxian nodded. She had always been puzzled about this question, but could not find the answer.

The Holy Elder gently stroked his long snow-white beard, his eyes were faint, and he shook his head and said with a smile:

"It's almost done, when you get to that point, you will naturally understand."

Zu Yaxian Xi wanted to ask again, and the old elder of Miaojiang Saint Elder signaled his eyes and gently advised:
Chapter completed!