The Nanzhao Ancestral Hall is the holy place of the Miao family. Ordinary Miao people have very few opportunities to enter. Needless to say, the Han family cannot enter. It’s just that this time Meng Xinghe and Yang Xuangan were led by two priests at the same time. Next, they walked into the quaint door one after another. They all felt a heavy atmosphere that made them breathless. At the same time, Yang Xuangan was always wary of Meng Xinghe. After all, his previous anger made Yang Xuangan feel a little worried. Afraid.
It was dark inside the ancestral hall. The light was so dark that the visibility was no more than a few feet. You could vaguely see the dense memorial tablets in front of you. The smoke was lingering. It was a bit like entering an ancestral hall where Han people worshiped their ancestors. The air-conditioning was so chilly that it was creepy. However, in this dim room, In the middle, there seems to be a woman wearing black gauze standing motionless like a statue in front of those tablets.
The woman had her back turned to the visitor, so her face could not be seen clearly. What is particularly memorable is the waterfall of black hair on her head, which is very long. Although the Miao family has the same physical and hair conditions as the Han people, their parents do not know how to cut it. This is the first time Meng Xinghe has seen such long hair, but it almost fell to the ground. The hair of several ladies in the family, namely Aunt Yun, is particularly long, but it is not as good as compared to it.
"Holy Aunt, I have brought the person you want to see for you." At this time, the priest who was responsible for leading the way reported to the woman standing in front who he called Holy Aunt that they had brought Meng Xinghe and Yang Xuangan to the Nanzhao Ancestral Hall. As soon as they fell, the two old men suddenly disappeared quickly and silently like ghosts. The Nanzhao Ancestral Hall was already dark. Yang Xuangan might be confused when faced with the disappearance of a living person. Meng Xinghe was a visitor and knew that the structure of this ancestral hall was similar to that of the Demon Gate Underground Palace. There are many secret passages in the dark, and it is all thanks to the design of the skilled craftsmen in the Demon Gate that the Earth Gate can achieve such an effect.
After living in such a dimly lit room for many years, I can quickly react to all strange smells. Even if the two priests didn't need to reply, the woman knew that a stranger had come in. She didn't wait long. After a moment, the woman slowly turned around. When she came, the first thing she saw was a beautiful face. Her eyebrows were as dark as spring mountains, her eyes were like spring water, and her facial features were exquisite and impeccable. Meng Xinghe had seen two such beauties so far. One was his master's sister. The other one is the woman named Concubine Yuxiang. Her beauty cannot be blasphemed, let alone have evil thoughts. The woman in front of him is the third one. No wonder Meng Xinghe was alerted before they even met. His intuition told him, This kind of woman is difficult to deal with.
"You are Meng Xinghe," the woman stared at Meng Xinghe and sighed quietly, her ears were not sensitive and she couldn't hear clearly.
Meng Xinghe was stunned, wondering if the woman named Shenggu in front of him was really a member of the Demon Sect. Otherwise, he had never seen her before, how could she know his name and still think that her name was Meng Xinghe at a glance.
"Exactly," Meng Xinghe did not hesitate and answered normally. At the same time, he also knew that he was in charge of the Taiping Sect. If the other party was from the Demon Sect and refused to listen to his orders, wouldn't Yang Xuangan be like a sheep in a tiger's mouth? .
Meng Xinghe's idea was very simple. He cooperated with the woman in front of him to deal with Yang Xuangan, but this was just his wishful thinking. When the woman opposite heard his answer, she did not set an example of getting closer to him, but took out the Meng Xinghe handed something to him that made Meng Xinghe scratch his head, and said: "This thing is what I asked for from Mr. Xiao, the master of Taiping. Now I want to return it to the original owner. I'd like to trouble you to accept it on my behalf. Forget it." Phoenix’s Wish”
The Holy Aunt handed a bronze mirror to Meng Xinghe. Meng Xinghe felt that what he saw in front of him looked familiar. He suddenly remembered that he had the same bronze mirror there. He remembered that it was left to him by Yuan Tiangang. He didn't dare to He refused, took the bronze mirror away, and said with a smile: "Actually, when Mr. Xiao left this thing to Miss Lan, he probably never thought about letting you return it."
The holy aunt was stunned, as if Meng Xinghe's words awakened someone from a dream. She only remembered that more than 20 years ago when Lingnan professed its surrender to the Sui Dynasty, she asked Mr. Xiao of the Taiping Sect for something in Chang'an, which could be used for salvation. The dead people in Lingnan suffered from years of war and grudges. At that time, Xiao Yi gave her a bronze mirror and said that as long as her hair could fall on the ground, Mr. Xiao would personally come to Lingnan to take it back. She always remembered this sentence, but it was a pity that She had grown her hair very long, but Xiao Yi didn't come. Now, she couldn't wait any longer, and she didn't want to wait anymore. But when she took out the bronze mirror, she felt as if she had suddenly lost something, and thought Take it back just to wait for someone to come in person.
It's a pity that Meng Xinghe didn't know what Saint Aunt was thinking after all. He had already put the bronze mirror in his arms, thinking that he and Yang Xuangan's people were still confronting each other outside. Now was not the time to gossip, so he just laughed. He smiled and said: "I wonder what important matters the Holy Aunt asked me and General Yang to come to Nanzhao Ancestral Hall to discuss. General Yang and I are very busy. Maybe there will be chaos outside, but we will still be laughing inside. Feng Sheng, isn’t it ridiculous?”
Yang Xuangan also snorted and said coldly: "I don't want to waste time with others either,"
After hearing the conversation between the two, the Holy Aunt smiled and said: "Don't worry, generals. You may not know it yet, but from the moment you stepped into the Nanzhao Ancestral Hall, you have been poisoned by an incurable poison. If I tell If you don’t burn a stick of incense, you will all die, so what happens to the world outside is none of your business.” It was an understatement, without much emphasis, but its weight was comparable to that of a mountain. On the top of the head.
Yang Xuangan, who has lived in Lingnan for twenty years, knows what poison is. It is not surprising that the Miao family uses poison. In terms of severity, each Miao family uses different poisonous insects and poisons to refine the poison, and there are strong and weak ways to detoxify it. It's different, but in terms of how scary it is, I'm afraid the holy aunt in front of me is the only descendant of the Miao family who knows many ancient poison refining methods. She is probably right when she says how long it will take for you to die after being poisoned.
Sometimes, people are afraid. The two immediately stopped talking and did not dare to do anything radical in front of the woman in front of them. This is the Nanzhao Ancestral Hall. Hundreds of thousands of Miao family members in Lingnan regard this place as The holy land does not allow outsiders to mess around. Besides, although the woman in front of you looks weak, everyone knows that she is a master who does not want to cause trouble.
"Two generals, I have a gracious request." At this time, the Holy Aunt finally spoke. She knew that both of them would agree to everything she said now, so regardless of whether they answered or remained silent, she continued: "Today is the Autumn Festival for the Miao family. I would like to trouble the two generals to withdraw the troops in front of the Miao Palace."
Meng Xinghe was the first to nod: "I had no intention of using troops in the first place, it just depends on how General Yang handles it."
In the past, Yang Xuangan would have dismissed these words, but it was different now. He was not sure whether he was poisoned, so he had to be careful to sail the ship for thousands of years. If he didn't obey, he would even burn down the Nanzhao Ancestral Hall. He will also slowly die from the torture of the poison. Yang Xuangan never does anything uneconomical. He nodded and said: "This is indeed not a place to resolve private matters," he obviously agreed with the saint's words.
The holy aunt who calmly quelled a mutiny said in a calm tone: "The two generals, please come back."
"Farewell," Meng Xinghe took the lead to leave without asking about the poison.
In order not to lose to Meng Xinghe, Yang Xuangan resisted asking and said goodbye. The two of them only had a cup of tea from the time they came in to the time they left, but they calmed down the tension outside. Is this a good strategy?
Before they had time to take a second look at what Nanzhao Ancestral Hall looked like, Meng Xinghe and Yang Xuangan stood up to leave. But the only thing they knew was that as long as they walked out of Nanzhao Ancestral Hall, the situation outside would definitely change. So they were well prepared. Could it be that the mutiny in China was stopped by a few words from a woman?
Don't underestimate women.
Often the most critical point is to lose to them. This is the question that both Yang Xuangan and Meng Xinghe thought about at the same time after leaving the Nanzhao Ancestral Hall.